musings on a train

[adyingatheist]

So you thought it would be different
Like
people that you meet would be
Like
constellations that would map out
your future.
But people are
Like
colliding asteroids;
it is impact that speaks volumes,
and random deflections that determine
where you will end up.

So it is different to how you thought
Like
So many other things turned out to be.
But maybe that's
OK.
And while days disappear into vacuums
And people into floating ethers
In the end all we can say is
Everything
Was.